December 15, 1849.
After the heavy snow season, the temperature in Paris, which has a temperate maritime climate, has dropped slightly. The temperature difference of 4 to 8 degrees Celsius between day and night makes every Parisian feel the obvious coolness. Under the continuous coolness, , more and more people are lighting fireplaces to keep warm.
As night falls, the chill becomes even worse. Blow by the howling winter wind, Paris is as cold as if it has fallen into an ice cellar. Every breath you take out of your mouth seems to condense into frost in an instant.
There are no stars or moon in Paris tonight, and the kerosene lamps hanging on the streets are not even lit. The whole of Paris seems to be shrouded in a cold, dark curtain.
But in this cold night, a team of nearly 8,000 people stationed near the outskirts of Temple was gathering.
"Each unit organized their marching items and gathered together with 30 rounds of ammunition per person! I'll repeat it again..."
The sergeants who were in charge of arranging things before departure took the trouble to explain the precautions to the company members. From time to time, they would kick the soldier who was distracted with his horse's spurred military boots and yell at him to speed up. The strong pain of the soldier who was kicked by the spurred military boots was revealed. A smile uglier than crying.
Of course, most of the soldiers who were kicked by spurs were new recruits who had just joined the army for less than two years. Some veterans who had been in the army for 5 or 6 years playfully asked about the situation of the company commander while whispering that the commander was not satisfactory.
The company commander pretended not to hear the complaints of these veterans. He knew the character of these rotten people under his command very well. Their ability to fight was directly proportional to their ability to get into trouble. Being too selfless would only make him lose the support of his soldiers. He complained helplessly to the veterans: "How the hell do I know what the higher-ups want to do? In short, the order given to me by the higher-ups is to assemble quickly! You, you, and you!" The company commander pointed at a few grinders. The old man scolded him sternly: "You guys should be more clumsy! I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the battalion commander!"
"Yes!" Of course the veteran also knows what military orders are like.
On weekdays, people would just turn a blind eye to cheating and cheating, but once they enter a state of war, cheating and cheating will only lead to death.
Under the supervision of the company commander, the soldiers of the entire company spent about 10 minutes organizing their marching equipment.
Soldiers from four regiments gathered on a company basis outside an open field on the outskirts of Temple.
Under the attention of the soldiers of the four regiments, Brigadier General Canrobert, the second brigade of the 1st Paris Division and the new deputy commander of the Paris garrison, and his brigade chief of staff (Canrobert, who has enjoyed the benefits of the staff of the Military Secretariat Office) The Second Brigade also established a brigade chief of staff, but the chief of staff did not have a specific military rank and was appointed by the deputy.) appeared in front of all the soldiers together.
At the same time, combat tasks were also handed over to the eight battalion commanders of the two regiments in the form of notes.
The battalion commanders all showed surprise after receiving the seal from the Ministry of Mission and War. They had long heard that the president was fighting those damn moths.
Unexpectedly, the president called them in for pest control so quickly.
Looks like I got a lot of extra money today.
"Your mission is very simple!"
Looking at the dark group of soldiers in front of him, Canrobert said in a calm tone: "Eradicate all the moths in Paris and give the President a clean Paris!"
"Yes!" The battalion commanders could no longer hold back the excitement in their hearts. Brigadier General Canrobert's words had already hinted that they could squeeze every penny out of those bastards hiding in the darkness.
"Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"
Of course, the battalion commanders have infinite love for the generous president.
Is there anyone who loves the military more than the president?
They don’t recognize anyone except the president!
"This time it's codenamed Bug Exterminator, and your mission is to crush all the bugs on the list! Do you hear me?"
Brigadier General Canrobert raised his voice, almost shouting.
"I heard it!" Under the leadership of the battalion commanders, the entire army also made a deafening sound.
"Set off!"
Following Brigadier General Canrobert's order, this team of more than 8,000 people began to move toward the city center.
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At the same time that the army entered Paris to eliminate pests, James Rothschild, who was under house arrest in his own courtyard in disguise by Jérôme Bonaparte, became extremely irritable after being placed under house arrest.
There are various signs and expressions, that damn Jérôme Bonaparte is basically a villain who does not comply with the financial market. He imposed forced market closures, financial controls, and one set of administrative orders to implement financial instructions, which directly disrupted Rothschild. All bank operations.
When James Rothschild realized that this guy was not prepared to compete with him in the financial market, his tactics were completely "you fight yours, I'll fight mine"!
Although this tactic was somewhat helpless to James Rothschild, he had to admit that it was very useful.
As the "financial emperor" of Paris, in the confrontation with Jérôme Bonaparte, James Rothschild increasingly realized that it was necessary to rely on financial means to leverage a stable state power. How difficult.
Especially in a highly centralized regime like France, all administrators in Paris serve Jérôme Bonaparte wholeheartedly like they serve their master.
After hearing the news that James Rothschild was targeted by the president, those officials who usually had good relations with James Rothschild also hurriedly opened up relations with James Rothschild. Many people who were deeply involved Officials were transferred overnight by Jérôme Bonaparte.
Judicial officers even entered the courtyard of their home every three days to conduct investigations, euphemistically calling it "investigation of Rothschild taxation" on judicial procedural issues.
Not to mention those guys from the Bank of France. Even though I am in the same camp as them, their ability to kill is no worse than those damn judicial officers.
The shares of Rothschild's Northern Railway Company have been falling for several days. An emerging force of unknown origin is buying up the stocks sold by James Rothschild on the exchange. The entire exchange is not moving towards him. The imagined situation worsened, but several railway companies were listed on the market by taking advantage of Rothschild's "bankruptcy". James Rothschild had a premonition that the capital behind this railway company was likely to be the rising power.
While under disguised house arrest, James Rothschild could only receive so much information.
In this war with the president, James Rothschild is estimated to have lost nearly 20 million francs at least, and more than that, he may have lost two years of the company's profits.
Thinking of this, James Rothschild couldn't help but regret.
If I had known this would be the outcome, I might as well have agreed to the president's conditions.
At the moment, James Rothschild is no longer thinking about whether to win or not, but how to end the war with the president honorably.
He must make the president understand that even if the Rothschild family loses, they will lose to the administrative power of France as a whole.
Only in this way can he ensure the Rothschild family's transcendent status in the French financial class.
Now James Rothschild no longer pins his hopes on himself to resist the administrative power of the entire France, but hopes that the branches in Vienna, Frankfurt and even London can help them.
Of course, this does not mean that James Rothschild has not taken action. He has been secretly communicating with some republican conspirators and gangsters.
Most of these republican conspirators were eliminated from the army after Minister Renault took office. With disgust towards Minister Renault and Secretary of State General Saint-Arnaud, they used gangs as a cover to form a small group to prepare for assassinations. Give peace to France.
After Jérôme Bonaparte broke with James Rothschild, they secretly "found" James Rothschild, and the two sides hit it off. With James Rothschild paying, they were responsible for the assassination and the French assassination. Kill the "tyrant" Jérôme Bonaparte.
However, James Rothschild did not think that they had the ability to kill Jerome Bonaparte. He only needed to put Paris in a panic stage.
Although it was already 2 o'clock in the morning the next day, James Rothschild did not rest. He was now anxiously waiting for news from his servants on the window sill.
The doorbell knocked from outside, and James Rothschild quickly turned around and said: "Please come in!"
The servant ran in in a panic and said to James Rothschild: "Master, it's not good!"
An unknown premonition poured into James Rothschild's mind, and a frightening suspicion made his hands and feet cold.
No...no way! They really... dare to do this!
James Rothschild asked the servant with a trembling voice: "What happened? Tell me!"
"Just now...just now when I went to the Orleans Gang on your order, I heard intensive gunfire from the Orleans Gang!" The servant gasped for air and responded in a trembling voice: "Master, you know !I had a tour of duty in Algiers, and no one knows the sound of that shot better than I do!"
"What is it! Say it quickly!" Although James Rothschild had already guessed what the servant was going to say next, he still hoped to hear something different from what he guessed from the servant's mouth.
"The army...the army has entered the city! Only the army can have such firepower with such dense gunfire!" The servant broke James Rothschild's last trace of luck.
"I knew it! I knew it! That guy won't fight with us properly! He is demonstrating to me!"
James Rothschild showed a bitter smile.
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